If I send you to join the army and marry a woman, will you conquer the Empress?

That night, Qin Feng was tireless.

With the blessing of the "Dragon Spirit and Tiger Ferocity" talent, even a fairy with extraordinary talent like Li Chan'er was quickly defeated and begged for mercy.

The fierce battle only came to an end when the sky began to lighten.

Qin Feng got up and dressed feeling refreshed, while Li Chan'er lay limply on the bed, too weak to move a finger.

"Young master, are you leaving already?"

Her soft, gentle complaints were tinged with deep reluctance.

"Yes, there's something else important."

Qin Feng straightened his clothes and glanced back at her.

"So... what happened to the Monkey King afterward? Did he really overturn the Buddha's throne?"

Li Chan'er struggled to sit up, her peach blossom eyes filled with curiosity.

"Want to know?"

Qin Feng looked at her anxious expression and grinned mischievously.

"Uh-huh!"

Li Chan'er nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"Maybe next time."

Qin Feng uttered three words and turned to leave.

"Next time you come, I'll tell you the story of Sun Wukong's battle against the Trisolarans!"

Li Chan'er stood there, stunned. Who are the Trisolarans?

Is it more powerful than 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals?

……

at the same time.

The Hanlin Academy Academician's Residence.

"Uncle! You must do me justice!"

Lu Yuan knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and cried out to a gaunt old man in the head seat.

This man was none other than Lu Guan, a Hanlin Academician of the current dynasty and a great Confucian scholar.

"That little bastard Qin Feng humiliated me in public!"

"And that middle-aged man who appeared out of nowhere, he's also helping Qin Feng, completely disregarding you!"

Lu Yuan embellished the story, distorted the truth, and portrayed himself as a victim.

As Lu Guan listened to his nephew's tearful complaints, his old face darkened to the point of being almost dripping with water.

He has always considered himself a leader in the literary world, and he has never suffered such humiliation.

"How dare an unknown kid be so arrogant?"

"And that middle-aged man, how dare he address me by my given name! It's utterly outrageous!"

Lu Guan slammed his fist on the table, his anger blazing: "Xiao Yuan, don't worry, I will not let this matter rest! I will immediately contact my protégés in the Censorate, and tomorrow at the morning court, I will definitely impeach him and bring him to justice for the crime of deceiving the world and stealing a reputation!"

"And that middle-aged man, investigate! Find out everything about him! I want to see who this blind fool is, daring to mess with me!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan was overjoyed.

"Thank you, Uncle!"

He could almost see Qin Feng's utter disgrace and miserable end, kneeling and begging for mercy.

However, just as the uncle and nephew were plotting their revenge...

Outside the door, a shrill voice shattered the tranquility of the mansion.

"Imperial edict has arrived!"

Upon hearing this, both Lu Guan and his nephew Lu Yuan were shocked.

Imperial edict?

Why would an imperial edict come from the palace?

The two hurriedly went out to greet him, and saw a pale-faced, beardless eunuch standing in the courtyard, holding a scroll of bright yellow imperial edict.

It was none other than Eunuch Cao, the Grand Eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial.

"Your subject, Lu Guan, a Hanlin Academician, receives the imperial decree!"

Although Lu Guan had doubts, he dared not be negligent and immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

Eunuch Cao glanced at Lu Yuan, who was also kneeling beside him, a strange smile playing on his lips. He slowly unfurled the imperial edict and read it aloud in his uniquely effeminate voice:

"By the Mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees:"

"Lu Guan, a Hanlin Academician, is unworthy of his position, lax in managing his family, indulges his nephews and nieces, disgraces the family, and brings shame to scholarship."

"Immediately strip him of his position as a Hanlin Academician and demote him to the position of Prefect of Jiangzhou. He must depart from the capital within three days without fail."

"So be it!"

boom!

This imperial edict struck Lu Guan like a bolt from the blue!

Demotion?

Demotion?

Or should I go to a wild and uncivilized place like Jiangzhou and become a seventh-rank prefectural judge?

What's the difference between this and being assigned a post?!

"Eunuch Cao!"

Lu Guan was completely dumbfounded. Forgetting all etiquette, he looked up and asked urgently, "This...why is this? What crime have I committed? Why is Your Majesty punishing me so severely?"

He couldn't understand it!

He had worked diligently for decades, with students and former subordinates all over the country, and had never made any major mistakes. How could he suddenly suffer such a calamity?

Eunuch Cao rolled up the imperial edict and handed it to him, saying with a forced smile, "Lord Lu, I'm just following orders. As for what crime you've committed, don't you know?"

He turned slightly to the side and glanced at Lu Yuan, who was paralyzed with fear, out of the corner of his eye.

"There are some people you shouldn't offend."

"Your 'good' nephew, he's really messed things up!"

"That's all I have to say, Lord Lu. Take care of yourself."

After saying this, Eunuch Cao ignored the ashen-faced members of the Lu family and strode away.

……

at the same time.

Overnight, a poem spread throughout the entire imperial city.

On the ninth floor of Wenchang Pavilion, a place that symbolizes the highest glory of the literary world of the Great Xia Dynasty, a new piece of calligraphy has been hung for the first time in hundreds of years.

To be the best!

The Left Prime Minister's Residence.

Yun Feiyang and Yun Qingya, brother and sister, were sitting in the hall, each with a different expression.

"Little sister, I've already inquired..."

Yun Feiyang picked up his teacup and said, "A few days ago, that Qin Feng got incredibly lucky. He protected the emperor and was fortunate enough to inherit the title of Marquis of Champion, and was even rewarded with a thousand taels of gold! It's utterly absurd!"

"Brother, be careful what you say."

Yun Qingya frowned slightly and offered a reminder.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Yun Feiyang said nonchalantly, "Even if he becomes the Marquis of Loyalty and Valor, he'll still be an ignorant and incompetent brute! He dares to boast about winning both the literary and martial arts examinations? That's utterly delusional! What makes him comparable to you, sister?"

Yun Qingya picked up her teacup but remained silent.

She admitted that Qin Feng's recent changes had indeed surprised her somewhat...

But she didn't believe he could win both the literary and martial arts championships.

Ding Ding Deng!

Just then, a servant came running in, panting.

"Young master, young lady! The poem from Wenchang Pavilion has been copied!"

"Let me see it quickly!"

Yun Feiyang's eyes lit up, and he immediately snatched it away.

He unfolded the paper, and Yun Qingya curiously came over.

"The sun sets beyond the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea."

"To see a thousand miles further, climb one more story!"

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

After a long silence, Yun Qingya sighed softly, "What a fine poem. It is as plain as everyday speech, yet it possesses a myriad of images and contains profound truths. Such breadth of mind and such skill should be considered a timeless masterpiece."

"It's more than just a timeless masterpiece!"

Yun Feiyang slapped his thigh excitedly: "Little sister, that's what you call talent! Compared to this person, what is Qin Feng? He's like a firefly trying to outshine the moon!"

"Only someone capable of composing such timeless masterpieces is worthy of you!"

Yun Qingya's cheeks flushed red instantly.

The poem's imagery and philosophy deeply touched her heart, sparking a strange longing and curiosity in her towards the mysterious author.

"Brother, don't talk nonsense..."

She gave a coquettish remark, then impatiently asked the servant, "Quickly, tell me... who wrote this poem? Could it be the newly appointed top scholar?"

The servant quickly shook his head: "No."

"Is that the young master Li from the family of the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel? He is known for his talent."

"No, not exactly."

Yun Qingya guessed several more, all of whom were highly renowned young talents in the capital.

Without exception, all the servants rejected it.

"It's neither this nor that!"

Yun Feiyang grew impatient and grabbed the servant by the collar: "Who exactly is this person? Stop keeping me in suspense!"

The servants trembled with fear, their faces contorted in a grimace as they stared at their young master and mistress with an extremely strange expression.

He opened his mouth, then stammered:

"It's...it's Qin Feng!"